Him Written by Rupert Holms
Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes.Not my brand you understand,Sometimes the girl forgetsShe forgets to hide them
I know who left those smokes behindShe'll say, oh, he's just a friend,And I'll say, oh, I'm not blindTo..
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?She's gonna have to live without him,It's him or it's me, me me,No one gets to get it for freeIt's me or it's him.
Don't know what he looks like,Don't know who he is.Don't know why she thought that IWould say what's mine is his.
I don't want to own her,But I can't let her have it both ways.Three is one too many of us,She leaves with me or staysWith..
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?She's gonna have to live without him,It's him or it's me, me me,No one gets to get it for freeIt's me or it's him.
If she wants him she can have him,Just exactly how we once were,Its goodbye to he and I,and back to me and her,Without..
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?She's gonna have to live without him,It's him or it's me, me me,No one gets to get it for freeIt's me or it's him.
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?She's gonna have to live without him,It's him or it's me, me me,No one gets to get it for freeIt's me or it's him.